Dull and Duller

A "normal" 9 hour sleep last night, better than four hours each of the two previous nights. The perps have been onto towel blooding again, preferably one just out from the closet. This particular stunt is one where a spontaneous bleed "starts up" and I only find out when I see the track of red on the towel. Four towels in succession, and that is nearly all the white ones. The blue towel is rarely used, and the blue face cloth "got lost", leaving me only one pink one. Every bit of that is managed for some reason, as it repeats so often, even if one didn't (somehow) believe in the spontaneous bleeds.

But they are; last night from my nose, and blood on the towel before I knew it. The amount of fakery is minimal strangely, as they don't attach the event to the coatails of shaving now, like they once did. (Back to the perennial question of; "who are they fooling?") And so with four towels soiled in a week in the same nonconventional and strange way, I got onto doing laundry, usually another fraught scene with the perps.

Not too ugly as it turned out, as the ugly mind-control and harassment action had already been exacted upon me in the course of making lunch. The only permitted food is tortillas, and for some unknown reason "I" (in the collective mind-controlled sense) don't mind when this never would of been the case pre-aware harassment days (before all hell came down four years ago).

The perps have me as a trembling wreck today, clammy and shaking like a Parkinson's patient, another on/off mind-control stunt they apply. In concert with this they also have the objects shake and vibrate too, putting on more energetics assay moments (what I think is their objective). It was back to the usual lunchtime competency assault; dithered proprioception abilities meant fumbling, food flicking, applying and re-applying food onto my hands (three rounds of red onion pieces), pulling objects from my grasp, making a mess on my hands, flicking dishes water about, etc. And the perps made sure to have me yell at their intrusions and as usual, they changed my voice every five seconds or so, constrained my vocabulary choices and then added strange intonnations (the latest act).

They had me visit (a block away) the grocery store for an item that they caused me to "forget" two days ago when shopping last. The perps like to accelerate the usage of certain items; currently it is dish soap (blue colored), mouthwash (same color) and peanut butter (mid brown color). The nightime is likely when they draw down these items.

And as always, going outside is a big gangstalk event, as much as they try to disguise it. A cluster of four silver grey vehicles in three cardinal directions with one embedded dark red vehicle was bisected by the sidewalk, which represents a bonus for the perps. Having me walk through a parked vehicle color coordinated cluster like that of my past driving days allows for them to separate me from my vehicle and all its interaction. Typically such a configuration would be around me at an intersection, but with parked vehicles instead, they have more placement options.

Anyhow, it was orange, red and yellow clothing today mostly; more gangstalkers making blatant moves to cross my path in front of me, and then they stand like a sentry beside me as I pass by. Then the same gangstalker was there when I came back. They put on a obvious teleporter job as well; a vehicle turned the corner to shelter the arrival of a (faux) bum and his shopping cart full of bottles and cans ffor recycling. A bottle recyling depot opened up in this neigborhood a few months ago and it represents the cover story for all manner of shifless types to be packing this material on the streets. LIkely it offers more gangstalking potential as I "frequently" encounter store staff doing the same.

But this "bum" (a very common gangstalker guise) arrived from nowhere that I saw once the intervening vehicle has turned the corner and there is no way I would of missed him beforehand. This teleporting isn't often used on me that I can tell, only for specific certain events. It also serves as a cover to have some 30 shopping baskets cluster in front, some of them in red painted steel (not anywhere near here). The perps do like to put metal mesh or crossed metal members anywhere near me, and steel shopping carts are one of their favorite stalking items.

The usual confluence of in-store gangstalkers applied; they often start me out with women gangstalkers then it becomes all males, who have a particular and obvious head turning and twisting comportment that is a giveaway as to their real purpose. This may be for more energetics readability reasons as they will often turn their heads when changing from one cardinal direction to another.

I am told the perps read people's backbones like an aerial, and this may well be true; they like to have gangstalkers bend over in midstreet or anywhere else near me. When they pulled the firealarm stunt at 0400h one time, I went for a walk in town; 3 of the 6 gangstalkers on duty were in a bendover situation, pretending to look for something on the street. And today, when exiting the building, they had an ambulatory gangstalker put on a sick act and both bendover and then spit copious amounts of saliva on the sidewalk. Past spitting events have included the drivers of top-down convertibles spit into the air ahead of me and have it land inches ahead of my vehicle, once two in one outing.

Having the gangstalkers display their backs at close range is a very common tactic; or even to back into me, accidently on purpose of course. When I returned to college in 1990 for a one year upgrade course, there were no end of incidents of "students" backing through the building entrance doors on their way to another class. I could never figure out what kind of mentality would do that, but now I know, one who is paid to do so.

The buzzing feet sensation/harassment is playing tonight; a constant low level vibratory activity when considered in the full spectrum of tortures is quite benign. Both feet this time, and is a common nightime event when getting to sleep. That and bed shaking, the equivalent, except it is the bed that is moving me in a similar manner.

I have a differing view on the news item where the Chief Fratboy ran his paws on Chancellor Merkel's back recently; he was doing an energetic perturbance stunt so she could be read better for her auric eneergies. Which suggests that the Chief is under the spell of the sorcerers, something I wouldn't doubt. And quite a bit of noisestalking has started up when I wrote this, so that may be a confirmation too.

And while none of the above is any excitement, it should supply more evidence to the nonbelievers (read, clinical staff) who doubt that my life is managed down to dotting 'i's and crossing 't's in my paper journal. It is that way, and even keystroking is mightily hampered by relentless (10x more rate) "errors/typos" that never happened before 05-15-2002, the Day of Infamy.